Thanks Giver

It's getting cold
 I'm driving home
 On interstate 3-0
 Mama's calling, "Where you at?"
 The turkey's almost done
 I hang up the phone, tear in my eye
 Moments like these I realize
 God, You're so good to me
 You make joy out of simple and ordinary things
 You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream
 So this holiday
 I wanna praise
 The One who's making a saint
 Out of this sinner
 The One who's turned me into this thanks giver
 Just took the pumpkins off the porch
 The wreath is on my door
 There's something sacred 'bout the time
 Of year when you were born
 The Street's alive, it's Christmas again
 But moments like these, hope I don't forget
 God, You're so good to me
 You make joy out of simple and ordinary things
 You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream
 So this holiday
 I wanna praise
 The One who's making a saint
 Out of this sinner
 The One who's turned me into this thanks giver
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
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 Thank You for this life and all the joy that's in this heart
 For when I get to hug my dad and punch my brother in the arm
 Thank You for the grace I know I'll never have to earn
 All because You chose to come down here and save this crazy world
 You make joy out of simple and ordinary things
 You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream
 So this holiday
 I wanna praise
 The One who's making a saint
 Out of this sinner
 The One who's turned me into this thanks giver
 You're the reason
 You're the reason
 Why I'm a thanks giver (reason I'm a thanks giver)
 You're the reason
 You're the reason
 Why I'm a thanks giver